Sanctuary
Poetry is my sanctuary,
To which I withdraw
Very quietly,
When the madness
Outside and within,
Fills me with distress.
The act of writing,
Works like meditation
When, the very awareness of breathing,
Each inhalation and exhalation,
Fills me
With a lightness of being.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Poets Are Born
Good poets are born, not fashioned.
The masters of sterility
write verses in prose and christen
them in the name of Poetry.
Meters are measured arrangements,
rhyme is correspondence of sound;
But devoid of inspiration
results, if ever, rarely found.
A poem must be a poet’s breath:
On inhalation he creates,
the exhalation, he narrates
Breathing life into words once dead.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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Awareness, Now!
awareness...
walking in awareness,
breathing in awareness,
giving in awareness,
touching in awareness,
listening in awareness,
doing in awareness,
speaking in awareness,
living in awareness....
awareness,
......now!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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A Fickle Mistress
Poetry...
She lures us in,
As if with her beguiling grin
She captures hearts inclined to sin
Poetry...
That lady fair
Displays a most defiant glare
When we attempt to leave her lair
Poetry...
Makes us drunk with glee
But, she will never set us free
From that which we desire, but can never be
Poetry...
Entices all
With her soul she does call
To those that she may soon enthral
Poetry...
That fickle mistress
Causes hearts and souls distress
Because she fills that need...that humans do possess
poem by Dee Daffodil
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My Fate
Writing poetry and writing music
and the creation of the rhyme
fills my days but not my heart
and allows for the passage of time.
Then just what is it that you want?
The act should content you now.
Tell that to my heart, dear one.
Make it understand somehow.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Poetry & Meditation
Poetry is the heart of life
Meditation is the soul of life
Poetry removes obnoxious thoughts
Meditation evolves the power of thoughts
Poetry is song of life
Meditation is music of life
Poetry and meditation makes the life
an enlighten one
poem by Ramesh Rai
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This girl of mine
This girl of mine
Shes so kind and sweet
Fills my heart with cheer
Fills it to the brim
This girl of mine
Shes so mysterious
Fills my head with thought
Fills it with such easy
This girl of mine
Oh so honest and real
Always fills my sight
Never again to be blind
In good
In bad
In best
In worst
In rich
In poor
In happiness
In sadness
In anger
In confusion
No mater what happens
She shall forever remain
This girl of mine.
(not like most of my poems, but it was 3 am in the morning and I wrote it for our 18 month anniversary.)
poem by Justin Jones
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Music Fills Our Souls
Music fills our souls,
so we can keep dancing,
out win the devils steps,
out dance him once and for all,
Music fills our souls,
the notes that are applied,
the sounds they project,
refill our hope, strength and desire,
so we may dance on,
this crazy marathon,
Music fills our souls,
it give us cause to rejoice,
a reason to keep the steps in stride,
a feeling of serenity,
a vital component to survive,
Music fills our souls,
we know we could not do this alone,
so we asked our gifted friends,
to help us in our quest,
Music fills our souls,
our friends came along,
put the melody in the air,
the passion in our souls,
Music fills our souls,
by the love and grace,
our friends have shown,
Music fills our souls,
Debbie Nicholson copyright@2009
poem by Debbie Nicholson
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Pursued I am
Pursued I am
Pursued I am by a form, one that I am pursuing,
on top of it and even more from my own self,
Not searching a tangential perspective to assign,
Not searching of your entity to ghost my life dim,
not searching in my drum pulse, your war edging.
Deep fog surrounding your face, in an immersion
fills up my soul's expended needs, accounting of still
an exhalation of colored feast, of your waxened drift
an exhalation of a symbolism of older season's gift
an exhalation of this month's weaves, sovereign lists.
Little, many drops nomadic-rain, reflects me, on road,
autumnal fog and cloudiness hold-company's deficit,
when you totally forgot our laws - imperiously nonfit,
when of some Angels became and of my internal space,
when you felt some altered dreams of an eternal grace.
.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Holes get filled
Holes in skills, the voice fills them.
Holes in voice, the skill fills them.
Holes in both, the tune fills them.
Holes in all, the figure fills them
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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It Is A Habit
writing poems
when you really write poems
everyday and every moment of your life
even when you're in the middle of your
bread and butter eating thing
or even when you are defecating
writing poems becomes a habit
even when you sleep even when you dream
writing poems becomes a part of your system
you eat poetry you vomit poetry
you digest poetry you poo poetry
you breathe poetry you sweat poetry
you love poetry and you live with your poetry
and at the end you die with poetry
and your epitaph says: here lies the poet,
choked with poetry.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It's For Me
Poetry for me, is just like breathing
I inhale Life and exhale poems
It's for me - I do the writing
No matter, if ever, comments come.
As chosen words come out soothing
Release the pained and burdened heart
I find relief in simply writing
Touching others with what I impart.
But always the joy is within me
The reading by others may truly bless
I'm grateful they read my poetry
But the writing is my true happiness!
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Darkness
the darkness fills the air
i dream yet i do not feel
i see yet i am blind
what is this life i ask
i do not know
i do not know
i feel yet i am numb
i see your smile
i see your pretty face
my heart beats for you
this i know this i know
i can not tell you this
i know i know yes i know
i dream yet i cannot see
a world of darkness
fills the air that i breathe
why must it be this way
i don`t know i don`t know
i cannot see i cannot see
the darkness fills my heart
the darkness fills my life
poem by Joseph Whelan
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A Revolution Poetry Is....!
Are you writing words of rhythm according to thoughts?
Or are you coining words of thoughts according to rhythm?
Or are you writing poetry both working at the same time?
Asking so, if they ask me how to write poetry, what shall I say?
Poetry writing is natural, spontaneous expression from heart!
How can this be taught to anyone to write poetry ever at all?
Poetry is a spontaneous flow of words direct from heart ever!
I wonder many a time how am I writing poetry at all ever!
But this is happening to my great surprise since longtime!
Due to engagements ever poetry only I am able to write
Though my aim in the beginning was writing stories.....,
Novels, short stories and nonfiction articles of criticism!
Poetry books too I have completed writing so since long
But what a pity there is no reception for poetry books...!
poem by Ramesh T A
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In the inhalation and exhalation there is an energy and a lively divine spirit, since He, through his spirit supports the breath of life, giving courage to the people who are in the earth and spirit to those who walk on it.
quote by Michael Servetus
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One Art One Art
art is so many parts of the cakras
divine colours breathing through selves
locked in a painting every colour works
to soul up the images loosened
and patched over a field of creativity
we thought we have only one, two or three selves
until they all come knocking at the intelligence
like an alcoholic pining for the sip of his day;
every shade fills up an emptiness struggling to breathe,
a magic wand enlivening the senses
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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To My Heart
Love is water mild
To my heart;
It fills my heart
With pleasure
As it flows.
Love is fire tender
To my heart;
It fills my heart
With delight
As it burns.
Love is air gentle
To my heart;
It fills my heart
With gladness
As it goes.
poem by Obinna Kenechukwu Eruchie
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Even on the drum level, it's all about stating your theme, going back to certain things that need to be emphasized, not doing fills for the sake of doing fills.
Then I became a mother and it just fills every space, that isn't filled with something else important. It's just like this incredible balloon that blows up and fills life up.
quote by Thandie Newton
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This Pain Fills Me
This pain fills me
this pain of emptiness
a pain that doesn't go away
a pain of longing for
what I don't have
having what I don't want
a pain of the past
and also the future
a pain that nobody cares I have
a pain that I have every day
this pain fills me
from the soles of my feet
to the top of my head
I am filled
my soul is dim
the pain is a killer
it wants to take over
I fight
with what might I have left
I fight this pain
I just want this burden
to be gone
so I may be free
I just want this pain
that fills me
gone
poem by Amber Kangas
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Divine Act Of Love
We’re a Divine Act of Love
Here, now and forever
Conceived in the Mind of God
Created by a Sacred Song
Formed of compressed light
His Exhalation fills our being
We awaken…
A Divine Act of Love
Here, now and forever
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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